A new restaurant called Tito Santana opened in Beacon about a month ago. It's right next to Mountain Tops, on Main. For those who knew the Barking Dog, this is what replaced it. We're glad.

The owner was outside the restaurant for the Halloween Parade. I got a shot of him and then we all went in for lunch. I had beef tacos, Cara had chicken tacos and corn, Jennifer and Mike got quesadillas. We were all satisfied. More than anything, we thought the owners were gracious and welcoming. We wish them well.

Don't let him scare you, he was just having fun for Halloween.

With the mask off he looks serious but don't be fooled, he's one of the nicest guys around.

Cara enjoys her corn.

If the place looks a lot like the Barking Dog, it was the Barking Dog. Aside from the food, the big difference is in the atmosphere and the friendly host.

The owner had just finished a flan. This is about 12" around. I had always thought that flans were made in small dishes but he explained that this was how his family made them. He also said the recipe used for this particular one was a secret recipe in his wife's family.

At the Occupy Wall Street protest, like any other, there are often entertainers. Hula-Hoop woman was as engaging she was entertaining, involving a doze or so audience members to participate as she gyrated with the hoops to the sound of the drums behind her.

She not only asked several of the audience members to try and twirl with a single hoop themselves, but then asked them to ring her with them so she could catch them. She told them not to warn her, just to throw them when she thought the time was right - and she caught a good deal of them.

This short video was created from several shots taken in rapid succession on my digital SLR.

I visited the 9-11 memorial with Cara. Admission is free, but a donation is suggested. You must get a ticket for a specific time and day online at the 9-11 memorial website.

When you go, be prepared to show up on time. Snooze, you lose.

Don't carry a lot of crap with you. Your bags will be searched. Security found a small Victorinox knife in my camera bag that I didn't even know I had.

You will be asked to show your ticket repeatedly as you walk through the entrance. You must carry photo ID, for you will be asked to show that, too.

For this small hassle, you get to see this stunning memorial. It reminds me of Vietnam Memorial in Washington, D.C. - the wall. I have always liked that because it seemed like a gash rent in the earth from some traumatic event. This one is no less elegant nor poignant. Two holes where something mammoth once was. Perhaps the title or the idea of the endless tears is maudlin, but what I find most striking is that you cannot see where the water goes. I'm 6' tall and I could not see far enough into the bottom square to see the water collecting. I think that reflects the feeling many have of this event - that of a hole into which so many disappeared, whence they will never return, into which we can peer but never see the end.

This is the corner of Albany and Greenwich streets, where you must enter.

After wending your way through security and the entrance, this is the first view you get .

The South Tower/

The names are demarcated by places where the victims perished, or the name of the agency for whom they worked.

Cara.

If you are thinking of leaving a tribute to someone, please see the rules on the memorial website.

There was no plaque to tell me, but I think this is one of the trees that survived the disaster and has been carefully nursed to live on defiantly, persistently.

I saw a fair amount of video cameras about Zuccotti Park. Here's a sampling.

With all these people walking around taking pictures, including me, I wonder if the protesters feel like they live in a fishbowl or an aquarium as we all circle around and snap them or film them. I remember feeling that way a long time ago at a different event. Certainly there are those that enjoy the theatrical or sensationalist aspect of this, but most of the protesters ignored us or just smiled.